grieving

My sponsee is drinking. My coven's place of power is a white mist. Yeah, this ain't the best day I've ever had. Not that its a complete surprise but the reality kinda sucks. I was too close to be his sponsor. Live and learn. What now? We shall see, won't we. I am a flip, sarcastic person. But, right now I don't feel flip or sarcastic. Just grieved. A saddness so deep it makes my heart hurt. I've shed my tears for him and for myself. Yep. Cried for what I did to me. Am I angry? I'm not sure yet, but I suspect so. I was too positive or too blind. Or both. No one ever said *don't* so the *I told you so* is only in my head. I feel abandoned. I've done everything I know how to do. Program wise, magic wise, nothing left but to breathe through it and know that nothing lasts forever. In A.A. speak...*This too shall pass.* But I shall know it well before it goes. That way, if we should meet again, I will recognise it.